The story begins with a softball injury...those of you who know me will be the least bit surprised...with the sun caught in my eyes, I misjudged a fly ball (an easy one at that) and took that fly ball off the tip of my middle finger...convinced it was just jammed, I avoided the dr visit for a little over a week. At that point my purple sausage finger wasn't improving (or bending) and off to get an xray to confirm what I already knew...it is broken...say hello to the super awkward splint for the next 3 weeks.
At a wedding this past weekend (future post to come :) Jeremy's friend Emory was recovering from the exact same injury so we took a picture of our twin unbendable fingers -- please don't be offended -- however, I know have an excuse to give anyone I want the middle finger :)
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